by Jackie Tricolli I wake in a room with four blue walls. Palest of blue. Soft, soothing walls. A room with twin beds and matching comforters, a delicate blue and white floral chintz pattern. A room that once held trophies and secrets and fights between two sisters. Claws out over…
by Gil Hoy I’m watching the snow fallthrough my kitchen window,pine trees are crusted with snow.White shadowed in black,a squally wind is filled with snow. The phone rings. My sister Sallyis calling. Mother passed awaythis morning. I’m sitting all alonein my apartment, unpacking boxes loaded with dishes to fill my cabinets. I’m told…
by Frank William Finney I’m sucking on soapin a cabin kitchen while suds seep outthe broken windows. All of this is just to saywe all feed our sinks in our own woozy waysdespite your subtle spoof on spoons; the fine set of forksyou stole as a child; the way you…